The sky was blue and the wind was white. A group of people wearing sacred white holy robes came silently from a distance. The leader was dressed in white clothes and fluttered in the wind. He wore a golden crown on his head, but he was the patriarch of the holy clan.
, there were only twelve people behind him, and the leader was Beiming Tianquan.
The group of people walked almost silently, as if they didn't want to disturb the tranquility of the mountain, and as if they didn't want to desecrate the sacred realm, they came from a distance with great respect.
The surrounding area was peaceful, and the others who followed the Saint Clan leader stopped at the foot of Tianxin Cliff and were not allowed to enter.
The wind blows, and the fragrance of flowers hits your nose.
The Buddha Pagoda in the center of Tianxin Cliff emits five colors of brilliance in the morning light. From a distance, it looks like it is surrounded by a five-color halo.
It's close, it's close, the saints and their entourage are almost approaching the Buddha Pagoda.
"It's great to have friends from far away." Just as they were approaching silently, a voice suddenly broke the beautiful tranquility, cut through the air and fell into the ears of the thirteen members of the Saint clan.
The thirteen saints who had been paying respect to Youjiaxing all stopped and looked at the place where the voice came from with greatly changed expressions.
As soon as the sound came, a figure slowly emerged from the sky. He was majestic, arrogant and domineering. He was the emperor of the royal family.
"It's you." The patriarch of the Holy Clan's face darkened.
Seeing this, the emperor smiled and said, "You should welcome me as an old friend." After saying that, he paused slightly and then smiled and said: "Look, I knew you were coming, so I prepared a grand welcome ceremony for you.
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Following his words, hundreds of god-level masters from the Sifang Mountains appeared from all directions, surrounding the patriarch of the Holy Clan with only thirteen people in the middle. There were even two god-king level masters.
Prince Yi and Prince Leng.
At this time, the two princes and the royal emperor stood in a triangle shape, completely surrounding this side.
With three god-king level masters facing off against the god-king level leader of the Saint Clan, the royal family had to invest heavily.
The leader of the Holy Clan looked at this formation with cold eyes, nodded slowly and said: "Very good, very good."
The royal emperor laughed loudly after hearing this: "I hope you like it, my old friend." As soon as the voice fell, the royal masters who surrounded the thirteen saints from all directions moved.
At the same moment, the leader of the Holy Clan suddenly laughed, his smile was extremely wild: "Really? I hope you, my old friend, will also like the next scene."
When the wind blows, who's backhand turns into clouds and overturns into rain?